Am I trying too hard to pick this life apart?
There's a damage that goes with the way I expose.

I can hear my mother say:
"Of course life can be gray when you're spending your days
focused on your own pain. Why don't you step outside?
Take yourself off of your own mind."

These are things I've always known but need constantly shown.
Please tell me one more time so I can stop my crying.

The life of waiting for the muse; oh, the hours I spend confused.
I'm surprised when she appears,
but in these moments it's clear she is the meaning of life.
Worth rummaging through emotional strife.
There is truth to reveal. I'd rather not live behind a shield.

To be content you will often find that boredom trails close behind.
Perhaps I romanticize; it's in the longing I feel alive.

A man stretching on the floor as I finish up my chores.
Please say you're not bored with our day after day after day.

I've spent the last couple weeks on simple errands,
washing the sheets, checking things off my list of to-dos.

It feels so little that I've amounted to.

I can hear my mother say:
"Of course life can be gray when you're spending your days
focused on your own pain. Why don't you step outside?
Take yourself off of your own mind."